You were pleased with the amount of swiftness you had managed to contain despite being on unsteady legs. You were certain that if given more time, you might have actually managed to catch the feathered being. Yet it is the booming tone of the golden one that caused you to at once slow your pacing. He is distressed, anxious and tired. His words are borderline desperate, and despite your need to further explore; there is something within you that is commanding you to take heed. Letting small hooves slow down, you turned your head in his direction; waiting to see if anything else would be said. As you were about to return to his side you hear rustling from the brush before you, causing your ears to prick up curiously. Soon a woman of ebony and ivory came into view, standing tall and regally before you.

Yet she didn't seem to notice you, and instead rushed past in the direction of Miykael and Fenyx. Well now you had to follow. With as much gumption was a colt with one wing could, you hobbled/jogged off in the general direction she went. Soon you saw your family again, and with ease you brushed past the new female to reach Miykael. Looking into his bright eyes that matched your own you blinked, tilting your head curiously. He had needed something before. He had said no. What did it mean? But before you could think too much of it, he was talking, and you were certain it was about the grey one. December. She had a title now. December the grey one. Elated with this newfound discovery you cheerfully bleated, before looking to the black and white brightly," December! December goodbye."

So lost in this revelation you failed to notice the golden beauty approaching the group. She was slim, and unlike the majority no wings were splayed across her back. You were fascinated by the horn protruding from her skull, long and elegant with a pointed end. The trinkets that hung around her body were also distracting, even to Fenyx. Eyes of crystal looked over the mare once again, until the scent came across your senses. December had had the same smell on her when they first came into the world, and although she had been much more inviting; your instinctive need was driving you to investigate. Slipping to the open side of the dam quietly, your nose found the edges of her hip, before slipping down against her stomach and finding her warm teat. Your twin was already helping herself, leaving you to study the scene for a moment, before finally beginning to suckle yourself.

" Speak"